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Mafia Princess Reclaimed Her Throne at Her Wedding Chapter 10
Liora’s POVBusiness had been, frankly, chaotic—in the best possible way.Within three months, I’d acquired another building in New York. The third casino under my family’s name was officially in progress.I was walking through the lobby with the décor team, halfway into a conversation about light fixtures, when a woman—yes, an actual woman—came flying out of nowhere and practically collapsed at my feet.I looked down.Viola.“Viola?”She stood, brushing herself off like nothing had happened, and flashed a tiny diamond ring that was barely visible unless you had a microscope handy.“Huh. Looks like you lost in the end, after all,” she said with a smug little grin. “Evan and I got married. Jealous?”I blinked. “Congratulations.”It wasn’t sarcasm. Not really. Viola was just... more naïve than I thought. In the end, she’d willingly thrown herself into the same fire that had already burned me.Her hand dropped to her stomach. “And I’m pregnant. Evan’s child.”That part did surprise me. Gi
Mafia Princess Reclaimed Her Throne at Her Wedding Chapter 9
Liora’s POVI don’t know how he found out about the pregnancy. But he somehow did. And he showed up—uninvited—at the hospital during one of our checkups.I didn’t even recognize him at first.The arrogance was gone. So was the polish. His shirt was torn, face unwashed, hair a matted mess. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, like he hadn’t looked in a mirror in weeks.He stumbled toward me, eyes wild. “Liora! Liora!”Tristan’s guards intercepted him before he got too close. But he kept pushing forward, practically dragging his feet across the tiled floor.“Liora! You’re pregnant! Is it... is it mine?”He looked—honestly—like a madman.I saw the shift in Tristan’s face before he moved. His whole expression darkened, jaw clenched. He looked two seconds away from ending Evan’s existence.But I stepped in first.I held up a hand, then slowly walked forward, keeping a measured distance.Evan blinked, confused—like the question had physically hurt him. “Liora, please,” he pleaded, voice s
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Liora’s POV“Guess who I saw loitering outside your casino on my way in?” Tristan said as he strolled into my top-floor office. “Your asshole ex-boyfriend. And his sad little girlfriend.”“They haven’t left?”It had been five hours since I’d walked into the building. And they were still here?Tristan raised an eyebrow. “You saw them?”“They blocked my way this afternoon. I figured they’d be gone by now.”He didn’t rush to my side. Instead, he took his time crossing to the floor-to-ceiling window beside my desk and looked down, arms casually crossed.“Want to see a show?”“A show?” I walked over, joining him at the window.“What do you think they’re here for?” he asked, not looking at me—just slipping his hand into mine and giving it a gentle tug. “To win you back? Maybe. But I think their agenda’s more… urgent.”I frowned. “What are you talking about?”“Money, babe.” He chuckled, sliding his arm around my waist. “They want your money.”I blinked. “Seriously?”“Dead serious.” His voice
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Liora’s POVThe honeymoon was—unexpectedly—exhausting and romantic.Tristan and I were… more in sync than I’d ever predicted. I’d assumed our marriage would be cold, distant, more of an arrangement than a partnership.But everything that happened since had proven me wrong.And, honestly, Tristan wasn’t anything like Evan. Not even close.He told me once, in that quiet, pragmatic way of his, that if I wanted to protect my father’s casino—and everything he’d built—I should go to business school. “Learn everything you can,” he said. “And whatever you can’t, I’ll teach you myself.”And he meant it.So, ever since we got back from Bora Bora, my life had been a constant rhythm of lectures and late-night casino runs. Mornings at school, nights in the office—then Tristan’s private lessons that somehow balanced between finance, strategy, and… distractions of a more intimate kind.Time passed quickly when I was busy. There were moments I almost believed Evan had vanished from my life for good.U
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Liora’s POVThe destination was Bora Bora—one of my absolute favorites.I turned to Tristan, genuinely surprised. “You actually managed to book a suite this time of year in Bora Bora?”He just smiled, that quiet, knowing curve of his lips that always seemed one step ahead of me.Meanwhile, I was practically gawking at everything like a kid set loose in a candy shop.The resort was perfect. Private villa, ocean view, soft tropical air drifting in from the balcony. The closet even came pre-stocked with dresses in my exact size.There was only one flaw, really.It wasn’t a honeymoon suite.So Tristan meant it when he said he thought about this trip just for me. He didn’t think I would get the marriage certificate with him.Dinner passed quickly, the kind of quiet and comfortable that used to be impossible for us. By the time we returned to the suite, the night had softened around us, and Tristan was definitely tipsy. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes a little glassy.When he swayed and n
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Liora’s POV“Lost your hearing too, Evan?” I smiled, looping my arm through Tristan’s with all the grace of a woman who was very done. “Meet my fiancé.”Evan’s face contorted like I’d just kicked his dog.“If he’s your fiancé, then what am I to you?” he snapped. “If this is about what happened a few days ago—you know that was a misunderstanding.”I shook off his hand before he could keep going. “Come on, Evan. You didn’t actually think I’d marry you, did you? I billions in my pocket and my family’s casino. What do you have?”The words hit like a blade to the ego. His eyes burned, jaw clenched.“Don’t cross that line, Liora,” he said, voice low and threatening. “You won’t like me when I’m angry.”“Or what?” Tristan stepped forward, casual but sharp. “What do you become when you’re angry, Evan? Enlighten us. Maybe do a little demonstration?”To Evan’s credit, he was smart about one thing—he knew better than to pick a fight he couldn’t win. And Tristan Vexley? He was the kind of man Evan
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